“Erien. Erien!” I scream, despite myself.
Erien is too engrossed to hear me. He grabs my waist and moves my body to his speed rhythm. I am caught in the middle of ecstasy, alarm, and frustration. What if he never stops? What if I die from all this pleasure? I try to wriggle him out of my hole but he holds me tight. I gasp. Never in my life did I think I had the capacity to drive a man so wild. I am even more surprised because he had not shown any sign of wanting to consummate with me before I asked him. Was he keeping his desires from me? Did he do that because he thought I was tired or was he saving his seed for someone else – his ex, maybe?
“STOP!” I shout.
He doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. It is as though his body is trapped inside me. I slap his hands hard – several times – before Erien drops from cloud nine. He opens his eyes and his silver gaze is glassy from all the passion that is pumping through his veins. I can see the vein in his neck pulsating. His hands are still holding my wrist, and his shaft remains inside me even though he has stopped moving. His expression is aghast.
“I… I… I was overwhelmed with lust for your body,” he confesses in the same way that a boy caught with his finger still in the honeypot would do. “I did not mean to hurt you.”
I squirm to readjust myself around him. He loosens his grip on me but does not let go. His blood is still rushing and it is taking all of his self-control to contain himself.
“You did not hurt me, Erien, though I am afraid you might,” I say.
“I can’t contain what I feel for you.”
“I am tired Erien, you have to stop. Maybe if I eat and drink, I will be strong enough, but we can’t do this all day. I will faint.”
He nods softly. “Then help me release.”
“How?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Do one of your tricks to push me to orgasm.”
I gulp. He has never asked me that before. I don’t know what to do. I never learnt any tricks. I was a virgin when I met him. All I know, I learnt from him and the internet. My body stiffens with embarrassment. How can I arouse a man yet not be enough to bring him to an ejaculation? The thought must have been etched on my face. Erien, still inside of me, lies atop me and kisses my lips with passions. I open my mouth and twist my tongue around his. He removes his tongue from mine, and then licks my ear.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
I bite my lip until it bleeds when he lowers his head to my breast. My hand grips his silky hair and I pull hard when he bites my nipple. I feel his soft saliva spread against my areola. A beautiful sensation follows.
“Erien, oh Erien.” I wrap my legs around his torso. I can feel my muscles contracting against his shaft when another wave of orgasm comes over me. I roll my eyes, curl my toes, and cry out loud. Erien grunts in response.
Then, in a strong knee-jerk reaction, he pushes as far as he can inside me and at the same time releases. His juices are warm against my skin. I smile when I feel him grow limp inside me. I have finally satisfied his appetite.
Spent with exhaustion, my eyelids become heavy. I don’t want to sleep. I know Erien will leave when I sleep. However, drowsiness overcomes me. The last thing I feel is Erien slowly pulling out of me. After a hard days’ work, he has finally put me to sleep.
Chapter 40
Erien
My steps are slow and calculated. I may have used the back way nonetheless, I will take no chances. I am going to see Mother tree. Never before have I gone to see the old crone at my own free will. In past times, my father would banish me to Mother tree when he thought I needed correction. She was the last Soleroid I wanted to see, and yet now she will be the first I see – as long as I stick to the shadows.
The corridor is long. It is a long route away from the castle buzz and it leads straight to the heart of Mother tree’s lair. It is an unused corridor, and therefore dark. There are no fires to light the burnt out old torches, no maids to mop the floor that has gathered years of golden dust seated on it, and it is so abandoned that creepers have made the ceiling their abode. This is the only abandoned corridor in the entire palace – no one uses it anyway. I remember the path from my younger days when I used it only once before being reprimanded after I went missing for an entire day due to my exploring. I smile at the thought.
The corridor is straight and only adorned with huge pillars fashioned in statues of legendary Soleroids, standing tall and staring down on anyone passing below them. Given the straight design, if anyone walked ahead of behind me, there was no way they would not see me. The only way to remain unseen is to skulk behind the masts. This would be an easy task if my groin wasn’t throbbing with desire.
I have always had a huge appetite for my women, yet it has never been so uncontrollable. I involuntarily suck in air when I think of Alice. I could have hurt her. She is a strong woman but I cannot imagine wounding her in any way. I love her dearly, yet here on this planet, it seems something else has taken over me. On Earth, her radiant blue eyes were the ones to seduce me but here, it is only her body I want. It is driving me crazy. I don’t know where this lust has come from. I have never looked at a woman the way I look at her. I love her and lust about her at the same time.
On Earth, I loved Alice more, and now in Solasis, I find that I am lusting more than loving her. If I don’t do something to contain this desire, things will not end well for the both of us – I worry more for her. I shake my head in a bid to disperse the thoughts. The thoughts do not go away. I can’t stop thinking about Alice. What about Sasha? I try to change my line of thought. Regardless of Sasha’s betrayal, I do not hold ill feelings for her. I wonder what it will be like to see her again. I wonder if I will still recognize her beauty now that my body is craving for Alice. My thoughts keep running back to Alice. What is it about her? Is it because she is foreign? Is it her loyalty, or her weakness? I groan. I am not used to thinking of a woman like this. Even on Earth, I wasn’t struck by Alice the way I am now.
I nearly walk into a wall. A pitiful moan startles me just in time. Mother tree always makes awful noises. The awful smell follows shortly. I get sick to the stomach whenever I have to approach Mother tree’s lair. It is the one place my father always sent me in order to punish me, and yet, this time, I take myself to the dreaded place.
When the double gates leading to Mother tree loom, I step out of the shadow. Only royal blood can approach Mother tree without dying and so the place is deserted even though it is in the heart of the palace.
Tall arcs of gleaming steel act as a barrier between me and Mother tree. Each gate is unique; one is cast into the form of a pregnant Soleroid – the mother of all Soleroids. Her face is fearsome, with two red luminous rubies placed where her eyes should have been. Her eyes seem to follow one in any direction while her hand is ever protective on her round belly. Bent against her is the figure of a man. His body makes up the other gate. He is bent over, his lips touching the pregnant belly of the other gate. He is said to be the Great Brodmit Helugad - the first Soleroid. I suck in air at the mighty sight before standing before the bold gates.
“Open, gates of my mother, father, and Kings of times past!” I announce to the gate. “Mother tree, I seek thee.” My voice carries and echoes. I fear that someone will hear me even though I am certain that no one dares walk in the vicinity of the deadly lair.
The red rubies suddenly light up. An instant later, the gates open and a hot smelly wind engulfs me at once. The gates reveal a gloomy labyrinth that hosts a dozen eerie effigies shaped as huge statues of old Soleroid kings looking down goats with the face of men and with lions that have teeth of lamb, seated at their feet. The lair is dark except for glowing stones that make shadows jump as if they were living creatures. Of course, Mother tree hates the sun or anything of light.
“Mother, show yourself,” I say, as I cautiously walk inside.
The only sounds I hear are horrid whispers. It is a sound of a thousand lips speaking harshly at me. I feel c
old. Mother tree has not welcomed me. She always has. I am about to change my mind and retreat when the gates shut behind me. I am enveloped in darkness. If it wasn’t for my heightened senses, I would walk right into the large dark rocks that sit haphazardly across the barren spherical arena. I feel muck seep in between my toes. Mother tree likes the wetness even though no plants grow in what should have been a garden.
“Do not hide your face from me, Mother,” I say.
There is a long silence before she responds in a cold drawl, “I am not your mother!”
I look around me to figure out where the voice is coming from. The rude welcome has really thrown me off and I do not know how to react. Mother tree has never been angry at me before. I never imagined she had it in her.
“Forgive me, if my presence offends you,” I let out a false apology whilst thinking how to get out of the lair fast.
“It’s not you that offends me,” she responds, “It’s that foreign girl you brought into our land.”
I am startled. No one saw Alice. How could Mother tree know about her? My mind is racing. Suddenly, Mother tree is standing in front of me. She is half my height. Her skin is much like that of a tree – thick, green, and cracked like dry bark. Mother tree’s head is proportioned to her square shoulders and she doesn’t have a neck to separate the two. Her root-like feet are rooted to the muddy ground while her body is adorned in the skin of what must have been a humongous rat. It stinks.
She must have noticed my surprise because she pricks me with the talons on her hands and says, “I know everything!”
My gaze, now adjusted to the gloom, locks in with Mother tree’s shiny owlish eyes; those very eyes that fill half her face. They are so large that her mouth and nose appear disproportionately small. I feel my throat go dry.
“She is the love of my life,” I find myself saying.
Out of nowhere, Mother tree cackles. It is the sound of a bird dying, but I suppose she is laughing – laughing at me. It is a while before she regains her composure.
“Love; is that all you learned when in hell?” she asks, cackling.
“It is not hell, it is Earth. We know it all wrong… there is no hell – at least it not where I went.”
“You fool! You came back more foolish than before you were exiled.”
I take a deep breath. I feel irritated. I should have remembered that all Mother tree knows how to do is to waste time. I start to doubt that she can help me. Just because she knows I brought Alice with me, does not mean anything. She may be wise, yet I suppose she is a wise fool – otherwise why would she spend all her life wallowing and crying in the darkness.
“Shut your stupid thoughts, boy!” She pricks me with her talons once more. Apparently, she can read my thoughts. Gracious, I have to put my thoughts in line.
“I need your help, Mother tree,” I tell her the truth.
She shushes me and slogs away. I follow her to where she sets herself on a boulder half her height. Her body camouflages with her surrounding and I have to focus to see her clearly. I wait for her response even though she takes her time giving it.
“I know you want a portion to make this foreign girl strong. I can give it to you but I won’t… she doesn’t deserve it.”
I gasp. “Why doesn’t she deserve it?”
“Tell me, this foreign girl, who is she?”
“Her name is Alice--”
“Who is she?” Mother tree asks again.
“She is a girl from Earth--”
“Who is she?”
“She is the love of--”
“WHO IS SHE?” She screams in a shrill voice. I feel like my ears will burst. Being in this lair is torture. I know what she is asking and yet I cannot answer.
Mother tree lets out the truth, “She is nothing, Erien son of Brodmit Heluka. She is an Earthling of no important birth, her face is ugly, and she lacks the politeness that comes with being noble birth! She is nothing! I will not help a nothing!”
“She may be of no birth but she is everything to me!”
“Have you forgotten who you are? You are bloodline of the greatest kings to have ever lived, heir to the throne, and great counselor to the King-”
“I know exactly who I am, who I was, and who I am meant to be. I also know that she is the only person in the entire universe who has ever loved me!”
“And what can love give to you?” she asks in a shrill voice.
I take a deep breath. I can feel my veins pumping. I am hot and so close to bursting in fury. If I could find Mother tree’s neck, I would break it like a tweed. I close my fists and stiffly turn away. It was no use coming here. I am damned to find another way if Mother tree will not help me.
I turn to walk away. The further I go away, the heavier my heart feels. Here is the only being in the entire Solasis who can help me help Alice. If I leave without a cure, Alice will definitely grow weak, and if worst comes to worse, she may even die and then I won’t be able to save her.
Chapter 41
Erien
With a heavy heart, I search for the way out of the damned lair. I am getting more frustrated as my search turns futile. No one can leave Mother tree’s lair without her permission. The ugly miserable crone skulks and watches me closely. She won’t let me leave. I crave the warmth of dear Alice after the cold reception I have received here. If I must make love to my future wife one more time before I send her back to Earth, then so be it. Perhaps I will even return with her. I see no alternative choice. If Alice stays in this inhospitable alien planet, she will certainly die.
“If you leave, she will die,” Mother tree echoes my thoughts.
“She will only die because you refuse to help her,” I say while gritting my teeth. I feel a headache coming on because I am trying so hard to think of a solution. Mother tree walks up behind me.
“I never said I wouldn’t help her.”
I turn to the crone. “But-”
“I will help you, conditionally.”
I do my best to look into the ugly round glassy eyes of Mother tree. They do not reveal her intentions. Something in the gut of my stomach tells me the conditions will not be pleasant. Of course, being in Mother tree’s lair has never been a pleasant experience. I was always sent to her by my father whenever he was displeased with me – she was a punishment, an abomination, and certainly an ancient woman who had a crush on me as she claimed that I looked much like her lover in the past; the very same lover and king of old who had been slain while she was dancing with him.
“I will do anything, anything to save Alice,” I say sincerely.
She encircles me. “Anything?”
“Yes.” I am adamant.
She comes in front of me and gives me a long hard stare before saying, “Then lie with me.”
I reel backward in shock. I know Mother tree fancies me but I never imagined it was to the point of wanting to have intercourse with me, let alone kiss her. I can barely see her lips that appear to be buried in her bark-like skin. And even if I tried to kiss her, her owlish eyes at such a close distance would be revolting. I am grateful for the dim because I cannot bear to look at her odd body. Though the disgust is clear on my face, I try to appease her with my words.
“We are friends,” I tell her.
“We are not friends. We were never friends!” Mother tree responds. “You are disgusted by me.”
“How can you say that? Everyone else in the castle is but I am not, I have never found you revolting,” I lie.
“Prove it.” Mother tree moves closer to me.
“Prove it?” I am puzzled
Mother tree puckers her lips, ready for a kiss; her worm-like lips part. It is all I can do not to stagger backward. Her awful smell corrupts my sense and if it weren’t for my empty stomach, I would have gagged.
“You said we were friends,” she says coy and then lets out a horrendous moan from somewhere in her throat. Her eyes get glassier and I reckon she is crying tears I cannot see. It is a pitiful sight. If the door
s to the lair would open, I would bolt right out yet they never open unless Mother tree wills it. I fear she may imprison me forever. I’d die if I never see Alice again. And I know she will die if I don’t go out there with something – anything – to make her strong. Yet, I can’t give what Mother tree is asking for. It is too high a price.
“But you… you are,” I stammer.
“What, old?” She taunts me with her shrill voice.
I let out an internal sigh. This is the worst day of my life. Perhaps returning to Solasis is going to be the biggest err of my life. How could I have neglected the mantra ingrained in the mind of every Soleroid; gain before loyalty. Mother tree is no exception. She has noted my weakness – Alice – and she is going to exploit it.
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